Marriage about love, or loyalty or choice. It's about expected duty and honor. About : money and power. Both have diminished since mafia groups and other criminal organizations have attempted to expand their power in our region.
I'm already wearing an orange summer maxi dress and a gold belt to accentuate my waist when Taehyung comes out of the bathroom without a bathrobe, only a towel wrapped around his waist showing off his muscular body with water droplets. I sat in the chair in front of my mirror, wearing make-up, but froze with the mascara brush from my eyes when I saw Taehyung. He walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed a pair of black pants and a white shirt before dropping the towel shamelessly.
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I didn't turn away quickly and was rewarded with his sturdy ass. I lowered my eyes and kept myself busy checking my nails until I dared to face the mirror again and put on mascara.
Taehyung buttoned his shirt, except for the top two. He tied the knife to his forearm and twisted the sleeve over it, then put the holster around his calf. I turned around. "Have you ever gone anywhere without a gun?" No chest holster today because it can't be hidden well with just a white shirt.
"Never" He looked at me. "You know how to shoot a gun or use a knife?"
"Not. My father doesn't think women should be involved in fights"
"Sometimes fights come your way. Hybe makes no difference between men and women"
"So you've never killed a woman?"
His expression stiffened. "I didn't say it before" I waited for him to explain but there was no further explanation. Maybe it's the best.
I stood up, straightening my clothes, nervous about meeting my dad and Taehyung's dad after the wedding night. "Good choice" Taehyung said. "That dress covers your feet."
"Someone could lift her skirt and check my thighs."
It was meant to be a joke but Taehyung's lips drew a grunt. "If someone tries to touch you, they lose their hand."
I didn't say anything. The protection is firm and scares me. He was waiting for me at the door and I approached him uncertainly. His words from the bathroom still ring in my ears. I'm not sure I can get close enough casually around him. Dahyun is right. I can't allow myself to believe it so easily. He can manipulate me.
He put his hand on my lower back as we walked out. When we reached the top of the stairs, I could already hear conversations and some of the guests were scattered around talking in small groups in the very large entrance hall.
I froze. "Are they all waiting to see the bloody sheets?" I whispered, horrified.
Taehyung looks at me, smirking. Many of them, especially the women. People might be hoping for the details of how we do it, few of the men there might wish to talk about business, asking for help, and hoping to get on my good side" He gently pushes me forward and we walk down the stairs.
Hoshi was waiting at the foot of the stairs. He tilted his head towards Taehyung, then gave me a short smile. "How are you?” he asks me, then grimaces, the tips of his ears turning completely red.
